Shawn Fawson

Shaving Bowl with Plovers, Reeds, and Waves
by Shawn Fawson

On the blue rim of porcelain
plovers run up and back
to the water’s edge, the same path
to flee as to return,
Ryokan would say.
All he needed to know of irony,
he knew: what is coveted will be broken
by the body––an oyster’s craw, an infinite
spiral of lemon rind, and here,
a loose strand of hair wrapped around
the blue underglaze, spring snow

melting into rain, a koan of wind filling
the reeds with absence. Depth fools the eyes.
Nest of plovers, here are my geta,
you may have them. I would follow you
out from here, but your wings are cut off
by the slightest crack. Better to let you shoal
with the earth’s cold sea, to leave you
to the tide’s graveled arms. Let you stand
on the blue rim with legs made of water.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 16, Issue 2.

Shawn Fawson resides with her family in Denver, Colorado. Her book Giving Way was published by The Bitter Oleander Press in 2010 and won the Utah Book Award for Poetry in 2011. Her work has appeared in Natural Bridge, Vallum, and Mid-American Review, among others.

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